My Birddog dreams at night.

The desires of her heart unfold,

And she is running,

Not through streets of gold,

But through the fields where alfalfa and clover grow.

She is tracking dove and quail

And pheasant,

The holy grail for birddogs.

And it is just as manifest to her.

Her heart rate rises,

And her muscles twitch with glee

As she sees whatever it it she longs to see in her dreams.

I’ve heard there may be One who never denies a loving entreaty.

And so why not?

I would be wise to start my dreaming

To uncover the true desires of my heart.

❤️ 

-jenn